#Ava Sinclair

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[gatabella]

Ava Gardner by Clarence Sinclair Bull, 1944

"The only kind of makeup she uses is lipstick, and she’s a big perfume addict. Perfume goes behind her ears, on her hair, at the nape of her neck, and in the crook of her elbows. Some days, she changes her perfume two or three times, to fit her moods. She likes “Joy,” “Blue Hour,’ and’ “Mitsouko.” Before a big date, she takes a bubble bath—Elizabeth Arden, usually—but her housecoat is tailored, coolie-style, and she owns only two strapless formals. They’re both black, and she wears them when she has to appear at publicity functions, premieres and so forth."

-Modern Screen magazine, July 1948

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[terapsina]

Who is your favorite of the ships containing that YA Romantic WLW Subtext Battle Couple Energy?

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Ava Gardner

Photo by Clarence Sinclair Bull 1944

[sly-kitty]

Ava Sinclaire

[robertocustodioart]

Ava Gardner by Clarence Sinclair Bull 1953

[alexsshittyworld]

Are they really a good comfort character if you’ve never looked at them and thought they deserved to live at peace in the forest and smoke weed?

[lottiematthewsbf]

Masterlist (wip)

Yellowjackets

Scream

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Gen V

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Michin ~ Arianna Grace ~ Sol Ruca ~ Jaida Parker

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Jazper Sinclair & Ava Sinclair. Right, so Jazper is spot on, in any way, though I like the face best on the tanned Romance book best, though I absolutely hate the tan and super muscles XD I forgive the Ai cause he's overall superb. And as I love Jazper so much, I thought I'd give it a shot at Ava as well (Jazper was born female) And honestly, I love her, she's definitely Ava, and she's beautiful, but just as it is with Sims, I prefer Jazper over Ava. Sorry.

[womenwwe]

Ava announces historic Ladder Match for Battleground

NXT Spring Breakin' 2024 - Week Two: Digitals

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Ava Gardner by Clarence Sinclair Bull, 1945

[the-pinstriped-hood]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

@bluecoolr has helped me fuel my brainrot for the Percy Jackson AU!!!!

Okay so what we have so far is

Ellie - @rottent33th - Daughter of Demeter

Ava - @slaasherslut - Daughter of Apollo

Percy - @the-pinstriped-hood - Daughter of Hades

Darrell - @bluecoolr - Son of Ares

Skulk - @probably-a-plant-thing - Son of Hermes

Red - @damien-mlm - Son of Dionysus

The Sinclair's from HoW 2005 - Sons of Aphrodite

Maggie Sinclair- @soupbabe - Daughter of Aphrodite

(if you would like me to add or subtract you from the idea please dm me and say so!)

@rottent33th @slaasherslut @devil-doll13 @bluecoolr-main @ajarofpickledtears @shonkgobonk @soupbabe @slasherscrybaby @solmints-messyocdiary @ahmnom @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @kalid-raven @angxlslasher @allthingsblood

[schrodingerspsycho]

Why does everyone act like Shauna's need to consume Jackie is so unique? That's how I feel about all my blorbos

[slaasherslut]

Completely His

Ava Walker OC x Bo Sinclair

Summary: “Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” from this post

Warnings: Female OC x Bo Sinclair, female anatomy, forcible confinement, forced kissing, blood, possible allusions to stockholm syndrome, mentions of sex

1.7k words

Ava shoved her hands in her jacket pockets as she approached the gas station. The muffled sounds of the metal music mix she left in Bo’s stereo from the night before was blasting through the hollow looking station, indicating that Bo was inside and probably in the basement. The slight chill of the wind on her bare legs felt lovely compared to the string of hot summer nights that had plagued Louisiana for a few days now. It was a relief to not be sweating through every article of clothing again. Her cotton pyjama shorts did nothing to block the cold breeze but she didn't mind, the gas station would be warm anyways.

A muffled cry for help was barely heard as Ava walked between the two rows of gas pumps right outside the building. A few steps forward past the second row of pumps gave way to confirm her suspicions. Her dark green eyes went even darker as she approached the small metal grate in the cement at her feet, her gaze downcast. Ava watched as a young woman roughly her age was restrained in her darling Bo’s “work space” just below her. Wisps of dark hair encircled her as she fought her restraints. The tears that ran down her cheeks reflected the light of the fluorescent bulbs above her. The familiar coverall clad man stepped into view. He grabbed her cheeks and squeezed, causing her lips to form into a forced pucker. Small whines left her mouth as Bo licked his lips. Ava couldn't see it but she knew that the look of animalistic hunger flooded his eyes. It was a look from him she knew well. He squeezed harder once again before pressing his mouth against her pursed lips. Ava felt a harsh drop in her gut as she watched. It was normal, and she was aware of his debaucherous escapades down in the basement. The wall next to the door was like a time capsule of photos of all the girls who have seen the inside of his shackles. One standing out of herself that she marked with a dark lipstick coated kiss.  

She just couldn't help but feel queasy knowing what he was doing to other women down there. The jealousy and spark of anger in her chest made her feel heavy. 

The girl in the chair squeezed her eyes shut as attempted to turn her head to avoid Bo’s kiss. She cracked open her eyes and looked up through the grate above her, no doubt feeling Ava’s glare. She made eye contact with Ava through the thin metal slits and her eyes blew wide open. She began to thrash harder and try to scream louder through Bo’s mouth. Her cries for help would fall on deaf ears as Ava nonchalantly finished her trek into the gas station.

As Ava threw the door open, the bell above her head dinged. She couldn't hear it though over the loud music that blasted even louder now that she was inside. The music grew and faded as she walked through the station and down into the sublevel. The screaming and growling of the music was now being replaced with the screaming of the young woman and the growling of Bo. Her heavy boots trudged through the short hallway, she could spy the door on the left at the end of the hall that led to Bo’s secret hideaway. It was no secret to her though. It was left open a crack and she could see skinny jean clad legs thrashing in the chair. A gravelly loud yell echoed throughout the basement as the music started to drift farther as she went deeper underground.

“FUCKING BITCH!” Bo yelled from his hidden place somewhere in the room behind the old door. Ava couldn't see him but she knew he was back there. She swung the door open the rest of the way with a loud creak and stepped inside. Bo was rummaging through a drawer in his work bench just next to the chair. She watched as he angrily took out a roll of duct tape that was nearly gone and tore off a piece of the tape with his pearly white teeth. He winced as he pulled the tape back from his mouth. His bottom lip was covered in blood and the sticky side of the tape also had a small smear of his blood. He harshly slapped the sticky, blood slicked tape over her mouth. A guttural “shut the fuck up” slipped through gritted teeth as he rubbed the tape into the flesh of her sore lips.

“She's tasting his blood.” Ava thought as she walked deeper into the room. Her silent words were full of envy. “I'm the only one who deserves to spill his blood and have it gush down my throat.”

Bo was now in a sour mood. He cursed loudly as he brought his rough fingertips up to lightly touch his lip. He winced slightly with a growl as he pulled his finger back to find his own fresh blood on the pad of his finger. Bo looked up at Ava, flashing her a quick glance at his blood covered finger.

“She fuckin bit me,” Bo seethed. He turned his attention from Ava to the other woman. “The stupid BITCH!” He shouted with a harsh frustrated kick to the bottom of the chair. His burst of anger made her scream louder behind the tape, Bo didn't seem to care.

The blood on his finger started to slowly drip and Bo popped the finger in his mouth, sucking the digit clean. The strong taste of iron, sweat and oil swirled through his mouth as his tongue lapped at his bloody finger before popping it out of his gore coated mouth. Blood from his busted lip dripped down his chin and left tiny crimson droplets on his white undershirt that barely peeked out of his coveralls. It stood out even more against the fabric as it soaked in. Ava knew she would have a bitch of a time scrubbing those stains out later. He brought his arm up to wipe the blood from the bottom half of his face. His long wet tongue, dampened with the other girl's saliva, ran across his opened lip where the bleeding was now starting to slow. His dark eyes flickered up and towards his doll across the room, his girl. The chair with the trashing girl still in between them.

“The fuck is that for?” Bo sneered. Ava could practically feel her eyes rolling into the back of her skull. 

“What?” She asked with the same amount of malice he gave her. She stood facing him with a hip cocked, her arms crossed under her breasts in annoyance. Bo’s eyes subtly travelled downward to her pushed up breasts in an old faded band tee of his that she had cut up and made her own. It belonged to him as a younger man and no longer fit. She always claimed them instead of the trash bin. His eyes quickly flicked away. 

“That stupid fuckin look yah got on yer face.” Bo lazily pointed toward the annoyed expression across her pale face. ”The fuck are yah so mad for?” 

Ava glared at him. “I'm not mad,” she turned away. She stared at the occupied chair and restraints, the same glare still across her face. ”I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” Bo stared at her for a moment, listening to Ava grumbling about how "she wasn't even that cute". A wicked grin slowly worked its way up his cheeks. 

“I think someones jealous.” His voice was husky as he raised an eyebrow at her. His boots were heavy against the cement floor as he slowly stepped towards her. 

Ava scoffed. She was indeed jealous, she always was. She wanted his lips and body to belong to her and her alone but that just wasn't the case. She wanted to be greedy with him. To be the only one to kiss his teeth and suck his bones dry of marrow. She wants him to be fully hers like she was completely and utterly his.

“I'm not jealous!” She dropped her arms to her sides. Bo stood before her and stared down at her lying form. He knew she was lying but his blood rushed knowing just how infatuated she was with him.

Bo smirk never faltered as he reached around to grab a fistful of her bleach blonde hair tightly in his fist, yanking her towards him and smashing his chapped lips against hers. Ava felt the air being knocked out of her lungs at the force of his kiss. She felt a sick pride swell in her chest knowing that the other woman was watching her man kiss her with such puissant vigor. Bo immediately pushed his tongue past her lips in a wet tease. Ava’s fingers roughly gripped his mechanic coveralls as their heated kiss continued. Bo’s hand still being in her hair, he tugged her back. Ava finally took in a deep breath once her mouth was exposed to the dusty basement air once again. Her wet lips parted in a heavy intake. 

Bo swiped his thumb along Ava’s top lip, circling around to the bottom, collecting the saliva and the smear of his blood that had transferred from his lips to hers during their forceful kiss. He began pushing his thumb past her plump lips and Ava eagerly opened for him, wrapping her lips around his thumb and moaning as her tongue lapped at the digit. Bo tugged at his bottom lip next to the open wound with his teeth as he watched her take him so well. Ava giggled around his thumb before Bo slipped it out from between her lips. He delicately pressed his wet thumb to the underside of her chin and made her look up at him.

“You shouldn't be jealous. She aint got nothin' on you dollface.” The two lovingly smiled at each other. “You know she ain't stayin’, Vince has got plans for her anyway.” The two looked over as the woman's thrashing became louder. Bo laughed while Ava rolled her eyes. First she kissed her man and now she's ruining their soft moment? Ava wasn't pleased.

“Wanna show her that you're mine, doll?” Bo asked, his devilish smirk darkening his eyes as he turned back towards her. Ava looked back at him and nodded excitedly. Bo chuckled at her excitement as he began unbuckling his belt.

“C’mon then, show ‘er that you can bend over and take my cock like a good bitch.”

☾ notes: You guys have no idea how absolutely feral these two together make me. I've been thinking about them constantly and don't be surprised if there's more in the future. I wanna be sandwiched between them like some subby meat between two slices of hot bread. Like a sexy panini.

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